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Stealing the focus with her timeless flair

Sexy and sharp, She stings like a bee

You can't help but get lost in a seductive stare

Your eyes are infatuated with what they see

Before you know it, you're in an affair

what was "I" has now become "we"

She handles your heart with little care

Can this be true, bien sûr, mais oui !

She played you like a clown at the fair

She's left your heart severed in three

Now that the love is up in the air

She cut you off like a dead branch on a tree

Not is all lost, there's hope somewhere

Your heart is still yours, full shall it be